“I’ve wanted to touch your chest since—”
“Since the beach,” he said, grasping her hand and drawing it to his upper body. He curved his arm around her back. “Do you remember when we were in the water?”
“Yes,” she said, lowering her head against him. “Yes,” she said again and began kissing his chest. “Hmm … you smell wonderful.”
“What happened to you that day before you looked away?” he said, invading her hair with his hands. He moved her mouth over his nipple. “Gently.” He threw his head back and moaned, “Ahh … yes.” Moving her face to his mouth, he sucked her tongue into him. He pushed himself against her and they fell back on the bed together. “I love how you kiss me … it’s so good yet it’s so excruciating.” He leaned on his arm over her and said, “So tell me.”
“It was like you sent a white hot electric bolt of energy through my body,” she said, laying her arms back above her head. “I didn’t know what to do. It scared me but then afterward I convinced myself it didn’t really happen. Did you do it on purpose?”
“No. The same thing happened to me. Only I knew right away what it meant,” he said, trailing his finger between her breasts.
“You’re causing me to shiver,” she said, arching her back slightly. “What … oh what … did it mean for you?”
“That I wanted you and you wanted me,” he said, circling his nail around her areolas. He traced her left side, working his way down the outside of her leg. Tickling under her foot, he caused her to squirm. He then trailed up her inner thigh, liberating a loud moan.
“Wait,” she said, lowering her hands to stop him.
He took the arm that he had been leaning on and used it to hold her wrists above her head.
“Oh god,” she growled as he drew his finger up and around her mound. “I can’t take it anymore.”
He held his finger slightly above her belly button looking intensely into her eyes.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
Gripping her arms above her head, he began kissing down her neck, biting and suckling as his mouth migrated lower. He licked around her areola breathing in the air around it. The anticipation burned through her body, eliciting moans of want in a way she’d never had before. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, using his free hand to clutch the other nipple. Increasing the pressure on both, he bit down, causing Jenna to writhe under his attention.
“Oh my god,” she uttered in tortured ecstasy.
Marc tracked his hand with his mouth traveling slowly down her body.
Jenna moved involuntarily until she felt his touch on her nether lips.
“Ahhh…” she groaned.
“You’re so wet.” He let go of her hands and tilted his head to taste her. “Oh my god, you taste so sweet,” he whispered.
Jenna clutched his head against her. “Oh, Marc. Oh … yes … that feels … so good so good. Oh … don’t stop,” she moaned as he softened the pressure of his tongue and then increased it again.
He stopped and rested his head on her stomach letting his hand become acquainted with her. “So wet,” he said again. He peered up at her. “You’re exquisite … so lovely.”
She stared back as she arched and moaned to his touch. “Oh, please Marc,” she said as he increased the speed and pressure.
“I want to see your face when you come for me, Jenna. I want you to see me when you explode,” he said, laying his head down next to her. He kissed her while he alternated between slow soft circles with his fingers to a firm fast pitch.
“Oh, I can’t take it,” she said, clutching his hair. “Don’t stop, Marc, don’t stop … oh please…” She pushed herself into his hand and came with the crazed delirium of a freed prisoner. She held his arm to stop his touch. Unacknowledged tears ran down her cheeks. “Marc,” she whispered, finally closing her eyes.
He touched her face, softly tracing her features. He kissed her tears and stroked her hair back from her face. “Are you okay?” he asked, staring down at her.
She engaged his gaze and felt the arresting desire to touch him, to be filled by him. She reached up and caressed his face. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m not okay by any stretch of the imagination. I’m dissolving in my desire for you and I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again. Please take off the rest of your clothes and lie against me. I want to touch you.” She watched him undo his belt and remove his pants.
Marc lay down beside her and covered her with his body. He kissed her, owning her with his mouth and his touch in tandem.
“Let me see you,” she said, rolling him on his back. “Look how hard you are. What a gorgeous head.” She groped her way down his body. Jenna opened her mouth to receive him, stroking up and down as she twirled her tongue around the bulbous end. The intensity of connection had her swaying back and forth, hoping to please him.
“Stop,” Marc whispered, bringing her back to him. “I want to make love with you, Jenna.” He sat up on the bed and retrieved a condom from the end table drawer. He slipped the condom on and rejoined her on the bed. He lay on top of her as she spread her legs to allow him passage.
“Easy,” she said as he attempted to push all the way in. She had to adjust her body to accommodate him.
As he rocked back and forth, tears began anew for Jenna when the agony of her desire surpassed anything she had experienced before. They crashed together like the waves on the shore, trying to get past skin and flesh and as deep into one another as possible, experiencing the surge of undeniable suffering of passion.
“I can’t get close enough to you,” Jenna whispered, wrapping her legs around his back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Summer slid through the open door and felt her way to the end table where they kept the condoms. She could hear the sounds that Jenna and Marc made in the throes of their abandon. She reached the door again and looked back to see Jenna’s legs curled tightly around Marc with her toes pointing at the ceiling. She slipped easily back onto the balcony in silence.
“How are they doing?” Jack asked as he reached to aid her onto the blanket.
“They’re getting along fine,” she said and they both started to laugh. “Shhh ... you’ve been smoking too much dope.” She lay next to him again, pulling the covers up to her breasts. “Here, I’ll put this on after I play for a while.” She ripped the package open and pushed it under his left shoulder. She flipped over and eased her way under the blanket. “Jack, tell me what you want me to do,” she said from under the tented covering as she grasped Jack’s erection in her hand and introduced him to her oral skills.
“Oh fuck ... Summer ... oh yessss.”
She took her time stroking and sucking, but finally interrupted her play. “Now lay back and enjoy the ride,” she whispered from under the cover. After a minute, she threw the blanket off and reached for the condom.
Jack, stunned and mesmerized, closed his eyes. He could see in his mind’s eye her unrolling the condom down his shaft. He knew, in that moment, he wanted her more than anything in the world.
“Jack, this is for you, baby,” Summer said as she adjusted her body over him and sat on his hard phallus, causing an arch in Jack’s back.
He grappled for her, wanting to kiss her, knowing he was about to explode in a moment that would be completely out of control. They disappeared for an eternity, holding on tight to each other’s body, rocking together in ecstasy. Back and forth, Summer shifted her hips and ground against his hardness. She strategically hitched her clit against his pubic bone on each thrust and just as she felt him enlarge, his release carried her over the edge with him. They exploded together in rapture, crying out into the night.
Jack opened his eyes to see Summer poised against the balcony rail. “How embarrassing.” He rose to his feet. “How long have I been out—” he asked but was interrupted by the sound of Jenna intensely crying out, “Oh god … yes, yes ... ahhh ... YES!” followed by a deafening silence. Jack looked from Summer to the darkened room and back.
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“Sounds like she’s having a good time,” Jack said pensively. “I guess they’re getting along well.”
“Come here, give me a kiss,” she said, reaching for him.
“No. I don’t think so,” he said, defiantly turning away. “She hasn’t screamed like that for me in years.” Jack immediately began to pull on his pants. “I had a feeling.” He slipped into his shirt and sat on the side of the lounge, running his fingers through his hair, his eyes darting back and forth. “How long do we wait before we can interrupt?”
“This was for the night,” Summer said, reaching out to touch his head in an effort to comfort him.
“No. Don’t,” he said, pushing her hand away.
“Okay fine. Do you want me to break this up?”
“And make me look like a fool? I don’t think so. I’m fucking trapped here on the balcony, twenty-five feet from the door,” he groaned, looking over the side of the rail.
“Listen, let me put a stop to this and you and Jenna can go home.”
“Home? There’s a lot of explaining...” he trailed off.
*****
“Oh god … yes, yes … ahh …YES!” Jenna screamed, feeling the pulse of Marc’s orgasm merging with hers.
“Jenna,” he whispered and then kissed her softly.
They held each other tight as they floated in the bliss of their lovemaking, coming back to earth ever so slowly.
Marc pulled out of Jenna and removed the condom. “Oh shit.”
“What?”
“The condom broke,” he said as he placed it on the end table.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Don’t worry about it.”
They climbed under the sheets wrapping themselves around each other. He caressed her back as she played with his hair. Neither spoke. They lay there while Jenna fell into a quiet sleep.
Marc disentangled from Jenna when he heard Jack raise his voice. He slipped on his pants and walked over to the open balcony door.
“Excuse me,” Jack said as he pushed past. “Jenna,” he said, rocking her body back and forth. “Jenna, let’s go.”
“Okay. What’s going on?” she asked groggily.
“Get dressed and let’s go,” he said, fighting to control the fear that raged through him.
“Jack, what’s happened?” she asked, sitting straight up in the bed. She looked toward the glass sliding doors recognizing Summer and Marc’s silhouettes.
“Jenna, please. I’ll talk to you about it when we get back to the room. Get dressed,” he said, pacing back and forth. “If you’re not dressed in the next thirty seconds, I’m leaving without you.” He tramped over to the door and placed his hand on the knob.
“Damn, alright Jack. Can you at least turn on the light?”
“No,” he said, bending down to collect her dress and sandals. “Here, here’s your stuff.”
She got dressed glancing back, time and again, at Summer and Marc who stood motionless, watching them. She slipped into her sandals and looked back one last time as Jack pulled her from the room.
“Jack, let go of me. What the hell has gotten into you? What’s happened?” she said, struggling to keep up with him.
“We can talk about it when we get back to our room,” he said, stomping hurriedly across the lobby.
They slogged down the hallway to their room in outward silence. Jenna’s mind filled with a jumble of thoughts but could not fathom what had happened. Her breathing became heavy from the speed at which they walked and because of her ever-growing anxiety. Jack opened the door, walked straight to the balcony, and lit a cigarette.
“What the hell happened?” she said, following him. “You scared the shit out of me and I’m imagining all kinds of things. What the fuck?”
“I heard you,” he said, looking out over the balcony and exhaling smoke.
“What? Heard what, damn it?”
“Heard you. Heard you with him. I haven’t heard you cry out like that since, so long ago.”
“That’s what this is about? You heard me come? Give me a break. What were you doing on the balcony, Jack?”
“That’s completely different.”
“Excuse me?”
“I wasn’t into it like you were.”
“I see, so you didn’t sleep with her, right?”
“No. I did.”
“What the fuck? I don’t get this. You wanted this. You even pushed for it to happen and now what? You hear me come and that’s it?”
“Yes, that’s it. No more. I don’t ever want to see them again.”
“You’re being totally ridiculous. I know you, let’s not forget—you come quietly. So was it good for you? Huh?”
“Yes, but—”
“Yes, but nothing. This is so completely fucked up. Jack, listen to me. I’ve never felt so open and connected to you. You’ve got nothing to worry about. We’re doing this together. Come on. I love you and that hasn’t changed except that the love between us has become stronger. You can’t compare what we were going through now, to me and Marc. Jack, look at me, for Christ’s sake.”
“I can’t look at you. I won’t look at you. Don’t you see, Jen? It’s over for us with them.”
“That’s not being fair to me or even to them. Shit , look at me, damn it. I love you. I have no intention of ever leaving and you wanted this. You, Jack. YOU! Have you forgotten that you talked me into it? Have you?”
“It wasn’t like it was hard to convince you,” he said, lighting another cigarette.
“I can’t believe this is happening. What happened to everything will be okay if we talk about it? If we share everything? Please don’t do this. Please. They’re our friends and this whole experience has changed me, changed us for the better. I’ve never felt so open and free, and I thought, connected with you.”
“Maybe too free.”
“God,” she said, laying her head in her hands. “Jack, please.” Tears streamed down her face.
Jack grabbed one of the chairs by the table, shoved it into the corner of the balcony and sat down.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sure they can probably see us from their balcony,” he said, gesturing toward the main building of the resort.
“Do you want to take this inside?”
“I probably owe us both an apology. You were right. We should’ve never gotten involved with this to begin with.”
“So where do we go from here? You tell me. You’ve got all the power right now.”
“I’m very confused and hurt. Whether you meant to or not, it was devastating to hear you.”
“Whether I meant to? You’re not going to make me responsible for what you’re going through. I went with the program, Jack. Reluctantly at first, but I’m in now and if you’re not, then we need to work this thing out.”
“I don’t know if I want to work it out.”
“That’s your ego talking. I think you need to sit here and think this through. I’m going to take a shower and then I’m going to bed.”
As she brushed her teeth, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Oh god, Marc, I’m so sorry. I don’t know if I can say goodbye. She took a quick shower, put on her pajamas and lay down, turning her back to Jack’s side of the bed.
*****
The door shut and Marc and Summer moved off the balcony into the room.
“What happened?” he said, taking Summer into his arms and holding her close.
“He heard her cry out and he lost it,” she said, resting her head against his chest. “Do you want to help me bring the stuff in from the balcony?”
“Sure.”
“I’m completely confused,” she said, gathering up the blanket off the ground. “We had an amazing time together and we were just hanging out at that point.” She handed the blanket and pillows through to Marc.
He placed the pile on the chair in the corner of the room. “I was afraid of this in the beginning but I thought…” he said, gazing up at Summer with sadness in his eyes.
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“You really like her,” she said, passing by him into the room. She touched his cheek tenderly. “I need to shower.”
“Let’s shower together,” he said, following her to the bathroom.
Summer set the temperature and they stepped into the tub. She let the water flow over her face, washing off the night. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m confused,” he said, lathering a washcloth with soap. “I knew there were risks going in, but this was a hell of an unexpected reaction. You?”
“I don’t want it to be over because I really like him. He’s a kick,” she said, raising her arms for him to wash her. “Is that a worried look on your face? Are you falling for Jenna?”
“Yeah, I think so. Tonight certainly pushed that along. I really do feel at a loss at the moment,” he said, making small circles with the washcloth on her belly. “I really don’t even know what to say.”
“Well, you still have me,” she said, reaching up to touch his face.
“You’re my rock,” he said, pulling her into his arms.
“Are you giving up?”
“It might take a while but I haven’t totally given up on the idea that it might still work out.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t see his face,” she said. “It’s over.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
When Jenna opened her eyes in the morning, she could see Jack still sitting on the balcony right where she’d left him. She lumbered to the bathroom and leaned on the vanity. “Oh,” she breathed, looking at herself in the mirror. She brushed her teeth while staring into her own distant eyes. She dreaded another confrontation with Jack and didn’t want to face all that had happened and what it ultimately meant for them—the four of them. She slipped into her robe, tying the sash as she walked to the French doors.
“Is it safe to come out here?” she asked from the doorway.
“Yes. Please come and sit with me,” he said meekly, peeking up at her.
She moved the second chair closer to him and sat down crossed-legged, folding the robe over her legs.
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